Blessed in sleep and satisfied to languish, to embrace shadows

and to pursue the summer breeze, I swim through a sea that has

no floor or shore, I plow the waves and found my house on sand

and write on the wind;

And I gaze yearning at the sun so that he has already put out with

his brightness my power or sight; and I pursue a wandering,

fleeing doe with a lame, sick , slow ox.

Blind and weary to everything except  my harm, which I

trembling seek day and night, I call only Love and my Lady and

death;

thus for twenty years-heavy, long labor-I have fained only

tears and sighs and sorrow: under such a star I took the bait and

the hook!!----Scrivo in Vento- Petrarch

I long to be free desperately free. Free as the stillborn are free!- E.M Cioran

We do not rush toward death, we flee the catastrophe of birth, survivors struggling to forget it. Fear of death is merely the projection into the future of a fear which dates back to our first moment of life. - E.M Cioran
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Ugly i am in the face of life,
Ugly i am to society,
Ugly i am to my own self
but death becomes me.

It brings a radiant smile across my colorless lips
and turns my glazed over eyes
into shining orbs,
oh how death becomes me.

Rigor mortis makes my limbs dance
and because of all the friendly bugs
i'm never alone
because fittingly death becomes me.

No worries about discomfort
No more sadness,
No more pain,
all because death becomes me.

Naked and hot my soul will rot in hell
Imprisoned in a bleeding tree
being torn for all eternity
even still death becomes me.

Ripped from the nape of life
in the half of life,
beginning eternal slumber when the mortal one is not finished
knowing simply that death becomes me.

Life was bland
Life was tough
life gave me no reason to live
but oh how death becomes me!!

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I do not forgive myself for being born. It is as if, creeping into this world, i had profaned a mystery, betrayed some momentous pledge, committed a fault of nameless gravity. Yet in a less assured mood, birth seems a calamity i would be miserable not having known.- E.M Cioran

One day you'll be blind like me. You'll be sitting here, a speck in the void, in the dark, forever, like me. (Pause.) One day you'll say to yourself, I'm tired, I'll sit down, and you'll go and sit down. Then you'll say, I'm hungry, I'll get up and get something to eat. But you won't get up. You'll say, I shouldn't have sat down, but since I have I'll sit on a little longer, then I'll get up and get something to eat. But you won't get up and you won't get anything to eat. (Pause.) You'll look at the wall a while, then you'll say, I'll close my eyes, perhaps have a little sleep, after that I'll feel better, and you'll close them. And when you open them again there'll be no wall any more. (Pause.) Infinite emptiness will be all around you, all the resurrected dead of all the ages wouldn't fill it, and there you'll be like a little bit of grit in the middle of the steppe. (Pause.)
- Endgame